Morgana Novels & Stories

"You disrupted their timeline by stopping Manel. But you didn't stop the movement. They'll adapt, find new leadership, continue forward." I absorbed this, feeling the weight settle over me. We'd won the battle but not the war. Not even close. "There's something else," Celeste said. "Something I need to tell you specifically, not just for intelligence purposes." "What?" "Morgana—the vessel we were trapped in—she wasn't entirely artificial. Manel used a real person as the base. A young witch he captured twenty years ago. Her name was Morgana originally. She had natural talent for bridging magics, so he... hollowed her out. Filled

“No.” “Then we find something else.” He spoke it like a fact, not a question or a comfort, just a piece of the puzzle being filed away. His gaze drifted around the courtyard again before locking back on me. “Morgana is stronger than you, faster than you, and has been training since she was old enough to hold a weapon. If you try to beat her on her terms, in her arena, with her weapons, you lose." "I know."

I replied confidently. "E-Ellie?" Blake's voice was shaky as he repeated her name, wanting to confirm that he had heard me correctly and that I wasn't messing with him. "She's the one who organized the attack. She wanted revenge for what Martin did to her pack, to her family, so she planned for the same thing to happen to our pack as happened to her own," I sighed and I couldn't count the seconds between Jayson moving away from me and going towards the door, the only thing which stopped him that Blake managed to get there quicker and block his exit from the room.

Someone to fight for. Scraping of metal caught my attention above me, but not enough to halt my dragon’s thirst. Morgana pulled a red fire from her hands, shaking as she wielded it forward. I only caught it with my hand, rubbing the sphere and turning it back into my white light signature orb.

She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

“You answer the questions, and maybe your death will be quick instead of slow. That is all we are offering.” Elena looked between us, seeing no mercy, no escape. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Her name is Morgana,” she whispered. “Morgana the Black. She is a witch who serves the Council of Alphas.” “What Council?” I demanded. “There is no official Council in this region.”

Jackie countered. Silas cleared his throat, his Alpha aura flaring just enough to make the candles flicker. "As entertaining as the Beta's love life is, we have a border to secure. Morgana thinks Jesse is a 'battery.' She’s going to wait for the Crimson Moon to strike." "So, wait," Jackie said, leaning back in her chair and spinning a silver dagger with practiced nonchalance. "Is it the Morgana? Like, Merlin’s apprentice and King Arthur’s half sister, 'I’m-too-old-for-this-Camelot-drama' Morgana? Because if she’s that ancient, I really need the name of her dermatologist. That skin-to-dust ratio Je

Morgana whispers again, her chest heaving as tears spill over her eyelashes. The woman steps fully out of the silver fog. Her glowing eyes overflow with tears as she opens her slender arms. Morgana breaks into a run. She hurls herself straight into her mother's embrace, clinging to her with every ounce of strength left in her body. The warm, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine and winter snow wraps around Morgana instantly, dragging her back to her earliest memories—to soft lullabies, gentle hands, and a deep love she thought had died twenty years ago.